Shen Luo looked coldly at the person who spoke, but said nothing.
The aptitude of the three of them was not much better than Shen Luo's. Usually, others were polite to them because of their relationship with Dinghua. At this moment, when they saw Shen Luo's expression, they felt troubled and didn't know what to do.
"What are you doing here?" At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.
Shen Luo turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a thin young man in a green robe with a sallow face. With one hand behind his back, he walked slowly toward them with a cold expression.
"Senior Brother Ding …"
Seeing this, everyone looked slightly serious and saluted him, including Ding Yuan. It turned out that this person was none other than Dinghua.
Although he and Ding Yuan were brothers, they looked very different, and their aptitudes were also very different. If someone who didn't know them saw them, he would never connect them.
Hearing his inquiry, Shen Luo roughly told him what had happened, without any dissatisfaction in his words.
"Bet …" Ding Hua's voice dragged out as she frowned slightly.
Ding Yuan's cheeks suddenly dripped with cold sweat, and his face was full of nervousness for fear of being reprimanded.
Although he was the elder brother, in front of his younger brother, he didn't even dare to call himself "elder brother", let alone put on airs as an elder brother. He really couldn't afford to offend Ding Yuan since he was young.
"Bai Xiaotian is also bored to bet with you on this." Dinghua finally snorted and said coldly.
Shen Luo's eyes flashed slightly.
Senior Brother Ding, the personal disciple of the Abbey Dean, didn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all. The only one he cared about was Bai Xiaotian, who was also an inner disciple.
As for these people, including Ding Yuan, he didn't care at all.
Thinking of this, Shen Luo turned and left after saying goodbye.
Before he went far, he vaguely heard Dinghua's cold voice, "Competing with a trash, you are so ambitious. You have lost my face …"
As soon as the word 'trash' entered his ears, Shen Luo's eyes turned cold, but he didn't stop walking.
The fact that an in-name disciple like him was able to cultivate the Minor Yang Transformation Art was something that no one liked.
In addition, he was a "rich person" among the disciples. He was the only "fat sheep" who relied on yellow and white things to enter the sect. Therefore, it was understandable that he would be criticized behind his back.
However, they did not know that what they spent was money, but what they cultivated was not merit, but life.
When it came to money, he was very open-minded. Usually, he would let these senior brothers take advantage of him from time to time, so generally speaking, he had a good relationship with almost all the disciples.
However, other than Bai Xiaotian, only Tian Tiesheng, who was also under Master Luo's tutelage, could be considered a true friend.
Thinking that he might not be able to live for much longer, Shen Luo's mood became extremely bad. He felt a faint chill in the depths of his heart, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Walking down from the Jade Emperor Hall, he met many senior brothers along the way. When Shen Luo met them, he took the initiative to greet them one by one. Occasionally, he would tease those he was familiar with.
After about half a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the bluestone ground near the Spirit Official Hall. The quiet room he lived in was here.
However, Shen Luo did not immediately return to the quiet room. He lifted his sleeve to wipe the sweat on his forehead, turned out of the bluestone ground, and walked towards the other side of the mountain path.
The path here was narrower than the other parts of the mountain. Usually, no one walked on it, so there were few people cleaning it. There were a lot of dead leaves on the road, some had already rotted and were soft to step on. Occasionally, he could see some single room houses on both sides. Some were made of stone, some were made of wood, and most of them were very old.
Shen Luo seemed to be quite familiar with this place. After walking for a long time, he finally saw an old house surrounded by weeds that were half the height of a person sitting on the side of the road.
This old house had obviously been abandoned for a long time, and had not been repaired for many years. The red paint on the walls was badly air-dried, and had peeled off a lot. It looked mottled, and the white paper pasted on the doors and windows had been mostly damaged. Even the window edges had traces of insects.
Shen Luo glanced at the house and nodded. Then, he parted the weeds and walked to the corridor. He pushed open the wooden door that was leaking air. Along with a creaking sound, a damp and moldy smell immediately hit his face.
He turned sideways, covered his nose with one hand, and swept the air with the other.
After getting used to it, he turned his gaze and scanned the house.
The area of the room was not big, and it was filled with all kinds of broken tables and chairs. There were also some old brooms and buckets, which were all messily piled up in the corners.
"With this moldy smell, I'm afraid … I can't even look at it." Shen Luo muttered in a low voice.
Although there was a hint of disdain in his words, his hands did not hesitate in the slightest.
Shen Luo walked forward and took down the old chairs and chairs that were piled up on the table one by one. He tidied them up a little and piled them up on the other side of the house.
After about fifteen minutes, he finally cleaned up more than half of the broken tables and chairs and moved them to the other side.
At this time, Shen Luo's chest was heaving up and down. Seeing that the tables that had been pressed down were all exposed again, he let out a long sigh of relief.
After he had mastered the Minor Yang Art, he could feel that his body was much stronger than before. But even so, his back was still sweating a lot.
After Shen Luo rested for a while, he walked forward, opened the drawers of the tables, and rummaged through them one by one.
"Nothing …" The first drawer was empty.
"Nothing …" The second one was also empty.
"Nothing …"
…
After rummaging through seven or eight tables, just as Shen Luo was feeling a little depressed and thought that he had wasted his efforts, he finally found something.
"Found it!"
The ninth table was so broken that only two legs were left. When the drawer was pulled open, it finally revealed an old book with a green cover.
He had worked so hard to clean up these old tables and chairs. Naturally, it was not just to clean the house. His goal was to find the books that the previous owner had left behind.
In the Spring and Autumn Temple, other than the basic Taoist classics such as the Tao Te Ching, there were not many books in the collection. Most of them were the private collections of the elders of the sect, so it was not easy to borrow them.
Shen Luo had liked to read all kinds of miscellaneous books since he was young. Later on, in order to find a way to save himself, he read a lot of miscellaneous books. The few miraculous medicines in his family's medicine store were created by him after he had read a lot of books and summed up the pros and cons of various prescriptions.
In those few years, he had developed the habit of flipping through books at night. The Spring and Autumn Temple had been closed for a long time, so it was not convenient for him to ask his family to send books over. So, he could only look around the temple for books.
Previously, he had inadvertently found some magazines and travel books in several other abandoned houses. They were quite useful to him, so he came here to try his luck again. He didn't expect to find another one.
"Celestial Master Zhang's Demon Subduing Chronicles …" Shen Luo picked up the slightly damp ancient book and carefully looked at the large vertical characters on the cover. He then read it out loud.
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